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Only on the Weekends A slip up finds a teacher’s weekend fantasy taking up more and more of her time. It all started off innocently enough; on the weekends Lilly would spend hours watching ddlg porn or reading age regression stories online. She promised herself it would only be on weekends but the more she read and watched, the more playful she became. What started out as her wearing just a t-shirt and panties in her home and playing with a paci turned into ordering ddlg clothing online and hiding it in her dresser. She stopped wearing thongs and started wearing fullcut cotton panties with princesses or childish patterns; Something cute she could wear under her regular clothes at work. She even bought a couple of onesies that she carefully tucked into the back of her closet. She found an online site that let her play out her fantasies even more, she would take a picture of herself in just her panties holding a stuffy over her face asking if there was a “mommy out there for a new little?”. She set up an instagram account for her “little” life and would post pictures of her sucking a paci or asking for suggestions on how to sneak more “little” into her life. She was very careful not to show who she was or get too personal with anyone that messaged her. She was a teacher after all and if she were “busted”, there wouldn’t be a second chance. Parents would think she was a deviant and her career would be over. She promised it would only be on the weekends… Chapter 1 Lilly checks her lighting and adjusts her outfit before putting on her fox mask and starting recording. At 5’1” she “looks” the part of a “little” when she’s wearing her pink onesie and thigh high socks with kittens on them. Well almost, her surprisingly full bust of a 30C throws off the look but at the same time she’s always been appreciative that her boobs make her look more “adult” when she’s out on the town. She smirks at the thought of that paradox… she looks down and sees that she already has messages from some of her followers. “Take off the mask baby, you have nothing to hide.” -AbdlLover134 “When are you going to let us see your face?” -BigDaddy But the last one really catches her eye: “When will you admit that you are just a little girl that needs a mommy to teach you how to be a good girl while at the same time have you whimpering like a puppy begging to cum?” - AgeGapMommy Lilly blushes and teasingly put a heart eyed cat emoji reaction. She then commences her planned routine of dancing around in her childish outfit and then feigns that she “forgot” to go potty and then runs away before shutting down her camera for the day. “AgeGapMommy” she thinks to herself. She’s never seen her before but her comment was pretty hot! She plops down on her bed and starts responding to comments from her post. She prides herself on being responsive to everyone that takes the time to say something. Especially now that she’s doing “live” posts. That took a lot of courage on her part since at anytime she could blow her cover and be seen. No “retakes”… She replies to AgeGapMommy with a little teasing comment and then her messenger lights up. “I told you.” “Told me what?” “That you were just a little girl that needs a Mommy.” “Maybe I do, maybe I just like teasing you.” Lilly smirks to herself. “Don’t try to turn this around, you sit there in your pretend adult clothes everyday while secretly wishing you could be the real you more.” “Why do you think that?” “I know it. See you said in your earlier posts that you only do this on the weekend, but you clearly work a Monday-Friday job.” “??” “Lol.. Because you’ve gone from posting a couple of times on Saturday and Sunday to posting Friday right around 5, sometimes earlier than that, today you are posting on Sunday night at 10pm so it’s clear that you A) Live on the east coast, and B) You *want* to be a “little” more than you get to.” Lilly closes the app and sets her phone down.. “shit…” she mutters knowing that someone has been able to call it exactly as it is. She does work a Monday-Friday job and as a teacher she is already home by 5. She lives in the city in eastern time zone too… she looks back at her phone and sees a notification. She considers ignoring the message “should I lie and say I live in Texas or something?” “Don’t worry little girl, it will be our secret.” “Actually I live in Texas.” She lies “Tsk tsk babygirl. Mommy doesn’t like a liar.” Lilly decides to push it further “I’m not lying, I live in Austin.” “Austin? I’ve been there. I love the river walk.” “Uh yeah, me too. I go there all the time.” She lies. “Really? That’s funny. Ever been to the Alamo? I’ve never been there but I hear it’s nice.” Lilly raises an eyebrow thinking that AgeGapMommy is trying to trick her.. “Um, the Alamo is in San Antonio.” “So is the riverwalk little liar.” “Shit..” Lilly mutters knowing she’s busted… How to play this off? She thinks. “Oh no! You got caught me Mommy! What ever will you do to punish me?” She giggles sending the reply. “Well for starters you will admit your lie and tell me that I was right about what I said earlier.” “You’re right, I do work a regular job and I live in eastern time.” “Good girl, that’s the first step to being better.” Lilly sends a smiling emoji. “But now there is the matter of punishment for being naughty. Would you like that? Would you like to be punished for being naughty?” Lilly is feeling a little heat between her legs.. “well this is getting kind of sexy.” She says lying back on her bed. “Yes ma’am.” “Good girl, in that case I want you to turn over into your tummy and pull your panties down over your bottom, but don’t take them off ok?” Lilly slides off the bed and bends over reaching back and unsnapping her onesie and slides her panties down just enough to expose her pert backside. “I did it.” “Good girl… Now Mommy needs to give you 10 slaps on your bottom but since I’m not there you will have to do it yourself.” “Yes ma’am.” “Mommy will need proof. You will take a picture of your bottom before and after your spanking.” “Ok… I’ll do that.” “Good girl.” Lilly quickly sets her phone up on her ring and after getting positioned takes a picture of her upturned ass. “I took a before one, do I spank myself now?” “No! You will spank yourself at my command. Now bend over and get ready for your spanking.” “Yes Mommy,” “Ok I’m ready.” “Good. Now tell me who is a bad girl.” “Me.” “Slap your right cheek hard now.” Lilly spanks her right cheek and winces. “I did it.” “Who wants to be a good girl?” “Me!” “Slap your left cheek hard twice.” Lilly smacks her left cheek twice wincing again… “Why did you lie to Mommy?” Lilly feels heat building between her legs.. “Because I was being naughty?” “That’s right. Now spank that naughty right cheek hard three times.” Lilly’s breathing increases… she reaches back and spanks her right cheek as hard as she can and bites her lower lip… “Such a naughty girl, I bet you are getting worked up at the thought of Mommy taking control of her little brat. Spank that left cheek twice and tell me I’m right.” Lilly spanks her left cheek and can feel welts from her fingers.. “I DO like it.. Oh God it’s making me hot thinking about being a brat!” “Oh I know, now spank your left and right cheek and promise me you will try to be a good girl and know you need Mommy to keep your naughty bottom in line.” Lilly slams her hand down in both cheeks with an audible yelp and responds with “I promise I’ll try really really hard to be a good girl!” pressing “send” and then quickly reaching her hand down to her heated sex for relief.. as she starts rubbing her wet vagina her phone lights up again.. she reaches for it with her free hand and then gasps at the message. “Did you forget to take me an “after” shot?” “Oh Mommy I’m sorry, I will!” She quickly takes a picture of her red cheeks. “Goodness little girl, does Mommy have to remind you of everything?” “No, I’m sorry… I was distracted.” “Oh I know you were but did Mommy tell you your punishment was over?” “No?” “That’s right. Now you will put your camera up so that Mommy can see your bottom on display while you stand in the corner for 10 minutes; don’t you dare move your panties or touch yourself, naughty girl.” “Yes ma’am.” Lilly says turning her phone stand and wiggling her way to the corner, her panties still just below her red cheeks. After five minutes that feels like an eternity she starts squeezing her thighs together pushing her cotton panties up and down on her worked up slit. She sees her screen light up but doesn’t move since she can see the clock.. As soon as the clock changes she rushes to her phone and sees another message of instructions from her “Mommy”. “Now to finish up your punishment you are to take one more picture. Mommy needs to know exactly how naughty your kitty is by taking a “live” of your panties sliding away from your slit.” Lilly blushes knowing that her panties are definitely wet “down there” but she takes the picture as expected and is shocked to see the cotton gusset stick to her vagina and there was even a little “snail trail” when it finally pulls away. “Ok, I took the last picture. Do I send them to you now?” “No silly, you need to let everyone know what a bad girl you’ve been. Post them all to your account and tell them why you got a spanking and how wet that made you.” Lilly blushes at the thought to posting pictures of her bare ass AND her wet panties… What if someone figures out who she is? “That’s stupid girl.. who would recognize you by your vagina?” She giggles before setting the post up as required. “Besides, this has been super sexy!” She says as she posts the photos and explains that her Mommy made her do it. The phone lights up immediately with notifications from her followers “Damn girl! Momma really let you have it.” “That’s a naughty bottom indeed.” “Wish that was over *my* lap!” Lilly giggles at the comment and then sees a new message: “Good girl. Now I have another little girl to play with so you go ahead and rub your little slit till you cum like you wanted to earlier. Mommy will talk to you again soon.” “Another girl?” Lilly frowns. “What the fuck?” She puts her phone on the charger with a huff but then slides her hand down her waist and quickly reaches orgasm. “Would have been a better one if she didn’t ruin it saying I’m not the only one.” She frowns and then closes her eyes for bed. She DOES have work in the morning after all..

I didn't want to at first, but you had managed to talk me into it. It was supposed to help spice up our relationship. I would get a chip implanted, giving you access to change you in any way you wished. You could change my body, personality, and make me obey. You promised I wouldn't do anything to crazy to me. But now that I have the chip, what would I be able to do anyway? Now that you can make me do whatever you wish with just an app on my phone, our relationship will get so much better. (For you at least anyway.) You could make me wet, sleep, stop talking, wake, mess, cum on command, or forbid me from doing so at all. You could censor your eyes from seeing anything you don't want me to. You'd be able to make me say and do anything. I might not like it as much as I hoped. (But you will.) Anything to make sure our relationship will keep going strong. You'll know everything you need to keep our relationship going and exactly how to do it. Hope you like the prompt! We can expand upon it as needed. We could also do it with a variety of relationship types. Professor, doctor, mother, etc. I'd like you to send a description of your character as well so I know you've read through the prompt. Dms are fine, just use the rp title to get my attention My kinks for this roleplay are domination, diapers, humiliation, bathroom control, transformation, etc... Limits are anything underage, beast, and snuff.

IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.